It was singing last night - one lonely little frog. It wasn’t a whole chorus like in the springtime but it was chirping away, thrumming its tune. I thought about it, how it had survived the trepidations of Kybo the cat, the ardent and stealthy hunter, and not only that but its progenitors had survived as well. A remarkable and fortuitous accomplishment.
I love your pictures. It was great going on your journey with you.
My daughter just bought a house on a tiny lot and she's planning to landscape the whole thing with naturals and container gardens. No grass, which is almost sacrilege in those old neighborhoods where everything is manicured.
I love your pictures. It was great going on your journey with you.
My daughter just bought a house on a tiny lot and she's planning to landscape the whole thing with naturals and container gardens. No grass, which is almost sacrilege in those old neighborhoods where everything is manicured.